How Has Motherhood Changed You?
How has motherhood changed me? Well, let’s see… you mean outside of the obvious, like conditioning my body to live off of tortuous amounts of sleep and borderline abusive amounts of coffee, and beyond the new wardrobe that mainly consists of yoga pants and forgiving shirts that don’t easily show smears, smudges and spit-up?
Other than how I don’t even flinch when I get pooped or peed on now? Other than that fact that my heart grew more than the Grinch’s the day my son was born?
I mean, I really don’t need to talk about how obsessed I suddenly became with the rise and fall of his tiny little chest, or how I find it incredibly hard to say no to those chubby cheeks when he says “pease!”.
I’m sure you don’t want to know how I can, without a second thought, drink out of the same slobbered on cup with Goldfish floaties in it after he commandeers a sip of my tea.
And I don’t need to tell you that I know and, many times spontaneously, sing the Wonder Pets, Caillou, Backyardigans and Diego theme songs… sometimes when my son’s not even in the room.
So, other than all that, how has motherhood changed me?
Motherhood found me, a self doubting girl, wondering if she would ever possibly accomplish anything great enough in this world to justify her expensive college degree… wondering if she’d ever do something amazing and noteworthy. Motherhood found me in the midst of a quarter life crisis. It shook all my priorities loose and rearranged everything I used to think I knew for sure. And after the dust settled, after colic kicked my ass and breastfeeding tested my strength, I found my feet. I stood up, slowly increasingly more confident. Motherhood made me powerful. Motherhood gave me something amazing and noteworthy to achieve. Motherhood found me.